For the ones who says Reality is not the way it is in one of my fantasy books, Reality sucks, the World is cruel and Life is merciless, I say, “I KNOW” I have seen both reality and the fantasy, I know the difference. DO YOU?
For the ones who says, Love is not eternal and it is not running around a meadow, making promises and bursting into love song every five minutes, I say “I KNOW”. Love is understanding, it’s sacrifice, it’s keep going on despite the pain, it’s holding on to each other when times are good and holding each other closer when times get tougher, it is tearing each others throat a minute and crying in each others arms the next, it is fights that threaten to break you, but the care that hurries to mend it, it is the battle between the anger and care, where after all the anger, the care still remains, it is knowing the reason behind your tears and the lie behind your smile, it is the “I am there, be strong”s and silent hugs when words mean nothing, it is catching you when you fall and carry you when you have no strength left and walking beside you in silence that speaks a thousand love poems, it is saying I love you in every possible way without actually saying “I Love You”. and for those who says that kinda love doesn’t exists, I say, “YOU ARE WRONG”. Because, That’s the way I LOVE and I strongly believe I am not the only one.
For those who mock the way I love, I say, “I DON”T CARE” I know how I love, it’s my job to show it, it’s not my job to prove it. If you can’t feel my love or realise to the extent I was willing to go for the ones I love, I am Sorry you didn’t know.
For those who make me guilty for the smallest disappointment I make, I say “I AM SORRY I AM NOT PERFECT”. I may not be perfect or even good enough for you to realise my Love, but someday, I am going to be perfect for someone, flaws and all. And if that doesn’t happen either, well I am still going to Love the way I always do.
For those who ask me, what are you even depressed about, I say, “EVERYTHING AND NOTHING”. I am not going to apologise for feeling depressed, I don’t function the way you do. I have my own healing process and I am not going to apologise for you not understanding. If you could live in my head for a day, you would explode, the same way I might explode if I am in your head, because healing process is not a template.
For those who don’t understand any of the above, I say, “I AM SORRY” I wasted your time.
There I was, sitting on a steel bench, where I could see the full view of the ocean and waves can touch only my toes. I was sitting there looking at the ocean wondering what lay beyond the ocean and inside me.
Slowly cold spread through the bench i was sitting on and the stars started twinkling their eyes and slowly started playing hide and seek behind the clouds. Slowly the moon started shining above my head and I could feel the the breeze on my face growing colder and colder and suddenly the stars and the moon go hide behind the darkening clouds and darkness was surrounding me inside and out. The waves are trying to touch my toes for a long time.
Realising the dark, I stopped wondering what lay beyond and inside and started wondering what’s happening above. The moment I looked up a rain drop thudded on my eyes. The rain started to pouring down harder and harder and I felt the rain drenching my hair and droplets of water dripping from the tip of hair and from the tips of my fingers. I still haven’t moved an inch. I felt that rain was washing away my sins and sorrows.
I waited for the rain to do its job. When it has poured to its contend, it stopped raining. The deafening sounds of rain drops thudding on the water surface has finally stopped. The place was dark and silent but for the gentle and rhyming rhythm of the waves. I felt cleansed of all bad things. I can’t decipher if I am frozen to the cold bench or it was just an impulse. I felt pure. I wanted to leave, but something was still missing. I waited for it to find me, Then slowly, like a kid touching a puppy for the first time, a wave hesitantly touched the tips of my toes and ran away shyly.
I felt overwhelmed by the beauty of god and nature. I stood up turned around and started slowly towards the beach. My feet sinking in the soft beach sand for every step i took.
I reached the streets, it was flooded with light. I went to street surrounding me inside and out. Even though I was drenched and was freezing cold, I felt warmth spreading inside and out, making me glow inside and out.
ALL WAS WELL
Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield is a spiritual adventure that makes you think and re-think what we know about life and ourself. It also makes us ask questions that we never thought to ask ourselves.
If you are looking for your typical adventure that involves guns blazing, nerve recking chase sequence and the miraculous escape scenes, this is not the book for you, even though these scenes are present. This is an adventure of a mind. It will take you from the mountains of Peru to the beginning of creation to the evolution, circle around time and space and bring you back to the very ground you stand on and makes you question, quiet literally everything under the sun and beyond.
The speciality of this book is that, it gives you a point of view in the macro level and micro level simultaneously. It talks about total of “Nine Insights” or what I like to call theories, that takes you on a journey from one insight to the next explaining and questioning the existence of evolution: universal and personal, in that order.
It’s hard to say if this is a piece of fiction or philosophy. If seen from the point of view of philosophy, this is an exceptional piece of literature that everyone MUST read. But if it seen from a fictional point of view, it is a below average with a weak story line and flow of events. Luckily for us, Redfield intended this in a philosophical point of view that triggers the mind with a thirst for soul searching.
The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah is a story that takes place in France during WW2, about two sisters who became one of those lost in time and record war heroes: one by choice and one with no choice left.
We have read about stories where families estranged and ripped apart by the war that consumed the entire world, but this is the story about a family that was brought together by this war. A daughter finding the love she longs from her father and sister after the death of her mother and an elder sister who understands that her baby sister is more than just a stubborn rebel. Separated by
The other different thing about this story is, this is not the story of a war hero, not in a conventional way. It is a story of survivors of the ugliness of the war that wasn’t fought with guns or grenades but with fierce will and paid for with innocence.
The story starts with Vianne and Isabelle losing their mother to death and their father to the grief at the same time and longs for a love that validates and comforts the abandonment that they received from their father. While Vianne finds love with Antoine and companionship with Rachael, Isabelle is left to fend for herself in one boarding school after the other that her father shoves her to. This longing turns into a fire that makes her do the impossible in the war that ignored and overlooked her, which turned out to be to her advantage for the first time in her life.
The sisters just like they had their own way of coping with life, they also had their own way of saving people. While one saved the ones who can neither understand the war or save themselves, the other saved those who fought the war in the fronts.
It had pain, it had loss, it had struggle of two women who fought their own battles that has nothing to do with the war that rages outside their windows. They were forced to keep secrets that were bigger than themselves, fight their enemies with pure will of character and at stand tall at the other side of the war.
“Don’t think about who they are Think about who you are and what sacrifices you can live with and what will break you”
This is a great example of the battle they were fighting and sacrifices they were making everyday to survive for the family that they need to protect.
The only downside I personally felt about this is the reunion of Vianne and Antoine. For all the waiting Vianne did and all the emotions she held up for Antoine to come back, the emotions where not strong enough to feel the relief or the fear she feels when he comes back.
Other than that, it has everything that a WW2 story is to have and some more.
Born a Crime by Trevor Noah is a memoir like none other. Trevor Noah, well known for his wit and comedic way of saying things who put this best quality of his in stand up shows and the Daily Show gives us this amazing insight of his life of being Born a Crime in an apartheid South Africa. He begins to tell his story of how his mother threw him off a moving car when he was nine years old. Before we could gasp at a nine year old being thrown out of the car, he gets up dusts himself and runs with us in a tow, like he does it all the time.
The best thing about this is, it doesn’t feel for a reader that he is reading someone’s story. It is like, we go meet Trevor in a coffee shop and he tells us his story: the good, the bad, the worst and the best, in a way that one doesn’t get bored.
His way of telling his story and the way he makes us fall in love with his mother is extraordinary. He told the story in a way that he made us laugh when he told about his tough times like being lost in a place where he couldn’t belong and he made us sad for a simple thing as to being privileged owning a CD player, he also made us excited when he was running for his life and made us scared when almost got caught for shoplifting. He has the art of telling his story that keeps us turning the pages one after the other and left eager for more.
“My Mom did what school didn’t,
She taught me to think”
It’s a simple sentence, he told and proved over and over in his life story, that teaching a child to think is the best thing a mother can do. This is one of the many reasons, we were able to fall in Love with Patricia Noah.
A classic memoir will inspire you or give you an insight on a deeper level. Then again, it depends on who’s story it is and how they are saying it. In this case, when Trevor Noah told his story, he not only inspired, but he made us laugh, think, run, jump, dance for tunes from his Winamp and gave us a whole new meaning to “Go Hitler”.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is written in a dystopian society that is a nightmare for the bibliophiles. That sums up the entire plot of the story.
The story surrounds the fireman Guy Montag and his journey like any other, doubting the way of his life, his profession and everything he was taught and believed in. He is no ordinary fireman though. His job however is not to put out fire, but to start one. He lives in a society where books are illegal and scholars are criminals and are hunted down in literal sense, while the television takes up their entire life.
“You are not like others. I’ve seen a few. I know. When I talk, you look at me, when I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon last night. Others would never do that”
-Clarisse McLallen – Fahrenheit 451
This rendezvous with his neighbour Clarisse, change his view of himself and the entirety of his life and pave way for a journey he takes with a professor in hiding to find himself as one who enjoys a bit of curiosity and who realises he is the criminal who sets books on fire. This shows how much a society can fall in absence of books.
The story paints a scary picture of a world without books, a world where imagination and creativity is a crime and you get killed for it. The most scary part is, at some point, the story doesn’t feel like a piece of fiction anymore and feels more like a prediction for literary apocalypse. Which is a scary thought considering how most take books for granted in this modern “smart” world. The story, gives a great appreciation to the books and a ego boost to the bibliophiles as it practically says, ‘without books and imagination we are doomed’.
Is it a must read? – Yes.
Will you enjoy it? – It will probably be disturbing than amusing to you, as all dystopian stories go.
Should You read it anyway? – Yes.